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Thank goodness after FIVE DAYS of a massive heat wave a cold front will arrive at approximately 8pm, along with 6 solid hours of strong thunderstorms which just flooded the midwest. Whatever -- the high will still be 88įF/30įC tomorrow. Some relief!

DavidI do sincerely hope that you have a good air conditioner...and if you need one you will call me and let me know because we can run down to Home Depot and get you one.I have developed a slight heat rash in the southern region. I hope you are doing ok. Joel

DavidI do sincerely hope that you have a good air conditioner...and if you need one you will call me and let me know because we can run down to Home Depot and get you one.I have developed a slight heat rash in the southern region. I hope you are doing ok. Joel

Oh, they installed central AC in my apartment the year I moved in. My apartment would be uninhabitable otherwise, because I'm on the top floor of a +100 year old building and there's not even any crawl space containing insulation that I know of. The sun beats down directly on my ceiling and I have to run the AC as soon as it gets to 75 outside. My electrical bill for a one bedroom is wretched, but what's a girl to do?

ps: Tim, I exposed Mouse to Ab Fab (specifically the "Morocco" episode) and he didn't seem to appreciate the experience.

I'm not sure he found Paris is Burning particularly spectacular either, but then it's a bit sordid and depressing in parts. But you gotta love how a Jewish lesbian somehow cracked into that Harlem ball subculture... but then again Philicia managed to do it too around that same year. I slept with one of the contestants in the "Butch Queen Realness" category but unfortunately he's currently living here and can't be easily reached. I'm not quite sure what he did to gain entrance into that lofty institution as the last time he called me (collect, naturally) he wouldn't tell me. Something tells me when the day comes (and I have no idea how close or far off that would be either) that he's released he'll somehow locate me and try and move in.

Yet another in a long string of troubled swarthy men I seem to attract, generally of the horribly untamable sort. I really need to settle down with a nice, normal young man.

Oh... you don't know the half of it, sister. I really must tell you all about Miguel, my man in San Juan. A well known local felon, he stupidly put on a pair of handcuffs in my hotel room and locked them, then we couldn't find the keys. I had to get to the airport to make my flight, so I wrapped a towel around his wrists and told him to go sort it out on his own. There was nothing I could do, and they weren't my handcuffs nor had I told him to put them on in the first place.

Anyway, he leaves with the towel and about 30 mintues later the front desk clerk summons me to the lobby where a group of San Juan police are gathered with Miguel, demanding to know why this known felon left my hotel room with a pair of locked handcuffs. To make matters worse, in the adjoining al fresco bar there were at least 2 guys observing all of this mayhem that I'd also slept with, and the entire hotel staff was gagging since I'd basically tipped them all to overlook the fact that my hotel room was practically a brothel for 5 days.

*sigh*

Years later Miguel was found dead outside the Atlantic Beach Hotel (ps: NEVER stay there!) around 6am from an apparent bullet wound. And, of course, since it's a very small world that I live in it was a friend of mine from Philadelphia down there visiting that was the one that happened upon the still warm corpse.

He was really hot though -- part Italian, part Puerto Rican. Covered in tattoos and with severe cockage -- that thing was massive even when it was flacid. Plus we'd spend entire nights just playing pool, drinking beer and snorting copious amounts of pure cocaine... then we'd go out dancing with a bunch of trannies. Miguel even once completely bloodied up some guy for trying to pick me up at the after hours bar. That was a bit messy.

Oh... you don't know the half of it, sister. I really must tell you all about Miguel, my man in San Juan. A well known local felon, he stupidly put on a pair of handcuffs in my hotel room and locked them, then we couldn't find the keys. I had to get to the airport to make my flight, so I wrapped a towel around his wrists and told him to go sort it out on his own. There was nothing I could do, and they weren't my handcuffs nor had I told him to put them on in the first place.

Anyway, he leaves with the towel and about 30 mintues later the front desk clerk summons me to the lobby where a group of San Juan police are gathered with Miguel, demanding to know why this known felon left my hotel room with a pair of locked handcuffs. To make matters worse, in the adjoining al fresco bar there were at least 2 guys observing all of this mayhem that I'd also slept with, and the entire hotel staff was gagging since I'd basically tipped them all to overlook the fact that my hotel room was practically a brothel for 5 days.

*sigh*

Years later Miguel was found dead outside the Atlantic Beach Hotel (ps: NEVER stay there!) around 6am from an apparent bullet wound. And, of course, since it's a very small world that I live in it was a friend of mine from Philadelphia down there visiting that was the one that happened upon the still warm corpse.

He was really hot though -- part Italian, part Puerto Rican. Covered in tattoos and with severe cockage -- that thing was massive even when it was flacid. Plus we'd spend entire nights just playing pool, drinking beer and snorting copious amounts of pure cocaine... then we'd go out dancing with a bunch of trannies. Miguel even once completely bloodied up some guy for trying to pick me up at the after hours bar. That was a bit messy.

Oh... you don't know the half of it, sister. I really must tell you all about Miguel, my man in San Juan. A well known local felon, he stupidly put on a pair of handcuffs in my hotel room and locked them, then we couldn't find the keys. I had to get to the airport to make my flight, so I wrapped a towel around his wrists and told him to go sort it out on his own. There was nothing I could do, and they weren't my handcuffs nor had I told him to put them on in the first place.

Anyway, he leaves with the towel and about 30 mintues later the front desk clerk summons me to the lobby where a group of San Juan police are gathered with Miguel, demanding to know why this known felon left my hotel room with a pair of locked handcuffs. To make matters worse, in the adjoining al fresco bar there were at least 2 guys observing all of this mayhem that I'd also slept with, and the entire hotel staff was gagging since I'd basically tipped them all to overlook the fact that my hotel room was practically a brothel for 5 days.

*sigh*

Years later Miguel was found dead outside the Atlantic Beach Hotel (ps: NEVER stay there!) around 6am from an apparent bullet wound. And, of course, since it's a very small world that I live in it was a friend of mine from Philadelphia down there visiting that was the one that happened upon the still warm corpse.

He was really hot though -- part Italian, part Puerto Rican. Covered in tattoos and with severe cockage -- that thing was massive even when it was flacid. Plus we'd spend entire nights just playing pool, drinking beer and snorting copious amounts of pure cocaine... then we'd go out dancing with a bunch of trannies. Miguel even once completely bloodied up some guy for trying to pick me up at the after hours bar. That was a bit messy.

LOVED this story, although maybe they'd be quicker reads if you only pointed out the folks you DIDN'T sleep with (i.e. "a group of San Juan police, who I didn't sleep with...", etc.).

Give me hot stinking summer weather any day. I hate the cold. It's a cold and depressing 17 C (about 65 F) at the moment and it's about to get worse, so they reckon, wet and cold for the weekend.

Philicia - you need to write a novel or novella about your exploits with Miguel. We don't get many Dominicans down this way, but you've definitely peaked my interest. must pop them on my things to do before i die list.

Miguel was in San Juan, Puerto Rico. Luis Alberto Reyes Bourgos was my man in the Dominican Republic -- you're mixing up your islands!. Luis was by far my idea of perfection though. However, Miguel was a bit more fun, and always a yearly habit of mine though the last year I saw him I'd had enough as he begun to drink too much and get violent. Miguel was not dependable, so you had to make the most of him when he deigned to make an appearance. Luis was full service, and would meet me at the airport, carry all the luggage, pump gas and was basically a personal valet and chauffeur with a very large uncut cock. And for a boy from the bad part of town he sure as hell liked Jil Sander cologne and Kiehl's moisturizer. He had a really bad experience the night I made him try poppers though and I had to take him to la clinica at 3am because he thought he was having a heart attack.

They were both complete lummoxes though, but in a cute way. As far as I know Luis was never in prison, but he did have a brief appearance in Horse Hung Hispanics Vol. 5 by Latino Fan Club video. However they gave him another name and said he was from Costa Rica for some odd reason. I had such a scandalous time my last trip to Santo Domingo that when the airplane lifted off the tarmac on the way back to the US I promised Jesus that I'd never go back.

I came home last night from Dallas (after a 6 hour delay - thank you AA) and it was hotter here....at midnight!. Plus - NYC in this kinda heat...it ain't pretty.

Pete

I imagine it would be pretty bad. I'm guessing they would have less green areas and you know how cement holds that heat in. In the city I'm thinking it would be torture with the buildings blocking the wind.

Actually if the city has a grid pattern (like NYC or Philadelphia) the tall buildings often create wind tunnel effects and it's gustier than normal. Hence why Manhattan can be atrociously cold in the winter if it's windy.

Miguel was in San Juan, Puerto Rico. Luis Alberto Reyes Bourgos was my man in the Dominican Republic -- you're mixing up your islands!. Luis was by far my idea of perfection though. However, Miguel was a bit more fun, and always a yearly habit of mine though the last year I saw him I'd had enough as he begun to drink too much and get violent. Miguel was not dependable, so you had to make the most of him when he deigned to make an appearance. Luis was full service, and would meet me at the airport, carry all the luggage, pump gas and was basically a personal valet and chauffeur with a very large uncut cock. And for a boy from the bad part of town he sure as hell liked Jil Sander cologne and Kiehl's moisturizer. He had a really bad experience the night I made him try poppers though and I had to take him to la clinica at 3am because he thought he was having a heart attack.

They were both complete lummoxes though, but in a cute way. As far as I know Luis was never in prison, but he did have a brief appearance in Horse Hung Hispanics Vol. 5 by Latino Fan Club video. However they gave him another name and said he was from Costa Rica for some odd reason. I had such a scandalous time my last trip to Santo Domingo that when the airplane lifted off the tarmac on the way back to the US I promised Jesus that I'd never go back.

bah, all jsut dots in the carribean, or what we tend to refer to as the West Indies (incorrectly, lumping the entire carribean into an old colonial name for a few islands).

I note we both have a thing for the odd lummox though. I've had this occassional thing with a guy named Tony over the last 20 years or so. Tall, dark, handsome and a true lummox (in the cute, sexy way). Attentive and loving, mostly but prone to the odd 'moment' when you fear for your safety. For some reason, we've not crossed paths for about 5 years now. I often wonder where he is, and hope he is OK.

IIRC it was the 14th arrondisement -- where one finds the famous catacombs there are many Moroccans and Algerians in the area, all incredibly sexy. My reference was only to wishful thinking of being gang raped there, though I did manage to meet a deaf Algerian boy on the dance floor at The Queen, the large nightclub on the Champs-…lysťes.

Ah, the disco on the roof of the Atlantic Beach is long gone. Last I was there in 1999 there was only an unused hot tub. The place is tired and aside from my first trip to San Juan I never stayed again, though of course Sunday Tea Dance is traditional. I think that the hot place to go is still Eros, which was once called Crash -- it's over a decade running now.

You know, sometimes I actually ponder retiring to Puerto Rico. If I'd not stopped working I would have totally bought a piece of property in the Ocean Park area of San Juan -- it's the nicest with the best beach. I actually always stayed at this place whenever I made my yearly jaunts down there in the 90's. It's not gay, but the owners are hugely gay friendly and the group of guys I used to go down there with all became good friends with the owners. It's quite private, very secure/gated with direct beach access, and with an excellent on premises restaurant. They only have about a dozen rooms, and there's usually about 1/3 of the patrons that are gay.

"...health will finally be seen not as a blessing to be wished for, but as a human right to be fought for." Kofi Annan

Nymphomaniac: a woman as obsessed with sex as an average man. Mignon McLaughlin

HIV is certainly character-building. It's made me see all of the shallow things we cling to, like ego and vanity. Of course, I'd rather have a few more T-cells and a little less character. Randy Shilts

"...health will finally be seen not as a blessing to be wished for, but as a human right to be fought for." Kofi Annan

Nymphomaniac: a woman as obsessed with sex as an average man. Mignon McLaughlin

HIV is certainly character-building. It's made me see all of the shallow things we cling to, like ego and vanity. Of course, I'd rather have a few more T-cells and a little less character. Randy Shilts

In my experience, people who feel the need to say things like that are really insecure about their own looks. If it makes him feel better to put me down, then maybe I made his dreary day a little brighter.

"...health will finally be seen not as a blessing to be wished for, but as a human right to be fought for." Kofi Annan

Nymphomaniac: a woman as obsessed with sex as an average man. Mignon McLaughlin

HIV is certainly character-building. It's made me see all of the shallow things we cling to, like ego and vanity. Of course, I'd rather have a few more T-cells and a little less character. Randy Shilts

In my experience, people who feel the need to say things like that are really insecure about their own looks. If it makes him feel better to put me down, then maybe I made his dreary day a little brighter.

Its 95 today in the south of Nebraska... the saving grace... there is a breeze... I feel bad for all those in the flood.. but at least we still have our home... the rains have been so bad for the people around the water.. and 3 family's have lost EVERYTHING in the tornado... .. I try and feel lucky!

"...health will finally be seen not as a blessing to be wished for, but as a human right to be fought for." Kofi Annan

Nymphomaniac: a woman as obsessed with sex as an average man. Mignon McLaughlin

HIV is certainly character-building. It's made me see all of the shallow things we cling to, like ego and vanity. Of course, I'd rather have a few more T-cells and a little less character. Randy Shilts

"...health will finally be seen not as a blessing to be wished for, but as a human right to be fought for." Kofi Annan

Nymphomaniac: a woman as obsessed with sex as an average man. Mignon McLaughlin

HIV is certainly character-building. It's made me see all of the shallow things we cling to, like ego and vanity. Of course, I'd rather have a few more T-cells and a little less character. Randy Shilts

It's a sweltering 58 here - Fahrenheit. Such is summer on the Rock. If it were 65, I'd have on a sleeveless shirt and maybe even some shorts.

I miss real summers. We had a couple days in the lower 70's last week and I suppose that's probably all we'll get until next year.

Ann, you are doing nothing to encourage me to come visit you and your rock next NH summer. I had to laugh here yesterday as 65 isn't really that cold, but so many people here were wearing trench coats and scarves or otherwise rugged up. I guess it's what you get used to. Ask Tim Horn - I was literally shivering when I caught up with him last year - it was about 60F.